it seems there is a lostness as seamless beauty... lost as love falling in love with love....
looking at the birds feeding and flying and resting in the rose bushes... or the tennis ball ...furry ...resting on the table...
and the light soft and rich...
and the tenderness of my husbands hands as he picks up tiny nails with his fingers
and the beauty of the wood as he nails it together...
the lushness and richness of all and everything...
and then I find myself watching my hands type... or cook... or crochet... or studying nutrition and cancer... ...and emerging as the longing to say I love you to everyone
...to sing of this unbound love that seems to propel an unowned life...
and there is nothing moving my feet or hands... or wings...
unfathomably unbearably beautiful....
and tears and tears and tears...
stunned at this amazement ... of amazement...
at this love that has no hands or heart or words to hold it...
I was the longing to find the map to long forgotten worlds
a feeling of something lost pulled my heart
into a world of drifting shadows
where light lay
dreaming of light
mountains fell into rivers
rushing through deep deep canyons
pouring into forgotten lands
suspended in diaphanous clouds
ever elusive
wind cannot catch itself
or hold its breath
yet it called my name
I could hear it rolling through the tree tops
and down the yellow mountain
pooling in the low places
hidden to daylight
and caressing me at night
dreams of tomorrow
danced on my fingertips
I folded and unfolded a thousand love letters
filled with words and empty pauses
they ripped apart at the creases where
touch met itself
and my fingers dissolved in a love that could not be grasped
origami sun melted into a thousand feathers
slowly descending to kiss their shimmering reflections
wetness sang in a silvering sea
leaping again into a thousand kisses
we are rainbows falling through oceans of color
dream birds soaring over the dreaming moon
I am a kaleidoscope of memories
a swirling thought dream of all the tales
I have ever heard
were they mine
or yours
or books I read long long ago...
stories that no one wrote
and no one is reading
waterfalls of words
cascades of light and shadow
watercolor images flowing through rainbows
exploding
drifting dreamscapes on a sea of wind
tales of love and heart wrenching tears
time forgotten and remembered
there is no center of the rainbow
no place in the fairytale of time
to pinpoint and say
I was here
I am here
I will be
where
I am a dream of broken hearted beauty
remembering itself
through these very words
that slide across the page
dissolving even as they appear
I am forgotten love songs
wind that has left no wake
scattered words like fallen leaves on the road
where no one wanders
in the dark
I see colors
blooming
love
singing
and I am her song
your song
all the songs that have passed through these lips
these ears
these eyes
that no one wears
that hide nothing
and reveal
everything
there is nothing under this tale of wonder
falling
softly
through
love
as love
in
love
with
love
in the garden
between the stars
morning sleeps
in the hush
bird song blooms
first light reveals
tree tops dancing
wind is its own song
there is no need to search for a translation
when you drink water
you know it is wet
effortlessly
all of life does itself
attention flows and rests
flowing thought stream of memory paints all and everything
wind
and tree tops dancing
sunlight streaming through the window
and shadows flowing on the golden carpet
young pink petunias glowing in the garden
and my husband's face
we are this flowing thought dream
there is no one underneath it
thinking
looking for ourselves we find not even nothing
we do not exist at all without each other
I can find myself only in your eyes
we exist only in this imaginary separation
many are trying to see through
how can a mirror see through itself?
there is no one looking
...no one on the other side
no sides
...no middle
purpose and non purpose....
meaning and non meaning...
collide and fade into seamless beauty...
yet belief in neither or both is neither meaningful nor meaningless...
all and everything may appear to dance seamlessly or joined or separate or not at all...
love sings its multicolored rainbows painting color with color and there is no beginning nor middle nor end to the dream of I am or I am not...
heaven and hell fall through each other's infinite kiss and feeling one or the other or both or neither is neither better nor worse nor in between...
as life sings itself there is no before or after, yet memories bloom and fade like colored shadows painting themselves on a wall of no tomorrow...
the light may feel blocked or it may feel like life and light and love streaming through you as you and no one is choosing the dream in which she dances as no one is doing this dancing this loving this life that does itself, looking and feeling like anything at all
words utter themselves
this song sings itself
the dream paints itself
water colors on a river of color
there is no canvass
no colors
no river
music consists of intervals
love requires two
it is in this imaginary canyon of echos
of echos
of echos
that we hear the songs
that have no words
yet are all words
signifying nothing
painting all and everything
into this very kiss
there is not even nothing under these words
no singer of this song
no maker of this wondrous world
this unfathomable aliveness
this feeling that I call love
but is not like any ideas of love
wind sings its name with wind
ocean sings its watery dream with water
all and everything erase themselves
as they never were
nor will ever be
in this great imaginary divide
that separates you from me
our bodies can touch
but we cannot
wind sings in the tall tall pines
shimmering sunlight falls through the trees
dances on the forest floor
and you were sifting through fallen leaves for moon beams
to erase your shadow
missing the wind and sun
streaming through you
galaxies within galaxies
space within space
light within light
where is the magic you seek
if not in the very seeking
that defines the sparkling jewel that you are?
where are the lines that define you
but in every line you have ever read or heard...
this thought stream made of learned shared words
sings you dances you as you fall into it and through it...
on the other side of thought
there are no sides
nor you
and what is a what that cannot be known
or unknown?
words cast no shadows...
shadow is a word
there is no backdrop
no canvass stretched between never and forever
upon which the story of you is painted
as soon as the deep moon rises
it falls into its own shadow
there is no light
nor dark
nor lover's dancing by the sea
yet I can see you waltzing
slowly
...sunset in your eyes
your hand stretching out...
it is this tear stained wonderland
a fairy tale of love
these very words
singing us
imaginary lines delicately paint us
softly
weeping
laughing
loving
falling
into each other's embrace
and she drank all the moonlight from the silvery sea
...basked in pools of lost horizons,
danced with the echoes that painted beauty in her eyes
and wept at this enormous love that had destroyed all hope and fear and plummeted her heart to the bottomless depths where love could not breathe...
nor sorrow live
not even joy dances with out a self
or others
we live and love only in the shimmering iridescence between imaginary sides...
we are transparent reflections
of not even nothing
living and loving within a heartbeat of time
that never lost or found itself
we are a love song of this and that
emerging as the thought stream
you are trying to change
or erase
and I weep
and I weep
that you are trying to eradicate your obvious beauty
where is the door to love
where is the door to forever
where is the castle of never?
are they not merely ideas
learned
and longed for or feared?
the doors to infinity open
and close
numberless moments slide into the magic
of no moments
and all moments
where never and forever kiss
there is no door to tomorrow
and no one to walk through
no place where anything can be found
or lost
and no one to go there
where is the magic you feel you have lost?
the secret deep in your heart
love sequestered
...feared
and longed for
everyone knows this secret shadow
it stalks them
as they run through it
puddles of emptiness
pools of abject despair
that no one will ever unlock the mystery
of love
magic of moon
magic of starlight
fades and blooms in your eyes
full of magic
full of light
full of beauty
full of love
softness of moon
softness of starlight
softness of love
fades and blooms
into a searing brilliance
that cannot be forged with the winds of magic
love need not be and cannot be touched
or known
for there is no one to know it
or speak of it
it can only be known
without knowing it
How lovely to sing of what cannot be sung
Yet sings itself with every word
Every smile
Every tear
Every touch
Every heartache
Unknown, but felt deeply,
Fear and longing were tightly folded into an origami bird and burned to escape the confines of a heart I jealously guarded...
Lighting the known world into a pyre of love that consumed the edges and center of love itself...
Unfolding it’s glorious wings it fell into infinite feathered kisses.... gathering all and everything into this very embrace of utter intimacy
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looking at the birds feeding and flying and resting in the rose bushes... or the tennis ball ...furry ...resting on the table...
and the light soft and rich...
and the tenderness of my husbands hands as he picks up tiny nails with his fingers
and the beauty of the wood as he nails it together...
the lushness and richness of all and everything...
and then I find myself watching my hands type... or cook... or crochet... or studying nutrition and cancer... ...and emerging as the longing to say I love you to everyone
...to sing of this unbound love that seems to propel an unowned life...
and there is nothing moving my feet or hands... or wings...
unfathomably unbearably beautiful....
and tears and tears and tears...
stunned at this amazement ... of amazement...
at this love that has no hands or heart or words to hold it...
I was the longing to find the map to long forgotten worlds
a feeling of something lost pulled my heart
into a world of drifting shadows
where light lay
dreaming of light
mountains fell into rivers
rushing through deep deep canyons
pouring into forgotten lands
suspended in diaphanous clouds
ever elusive
wind cannot catch itself
or hold its breath
yet it called my name
I could hear it rolling through the tree tops
and down the yellow mountain
pooling in the low places
hidden to daylight
and caressing me at night
dreams of tomorrow
danced on my fingertips
I folded and unfolded a thousand love letters
filled with words and empty pauses
they ripped apart at the creases where
touch met itself
and my fingers dissolved in a love that could not be grasped
origami sun melted into a thousand feathers
slowly descending to kiss their shimmering reflections
wetness sang in a silvering sea
leaping again into a thousand kisses
we are rainbows falling through oceans of color
dream birds soaring over the dreaming moon
I am a kaleidoscope of memories
a swirling thought dream of all the tales
I have ever heard
were they mine
or yours
or books I read long long ago...
stories that no one wrote
and no one is reading
waterfalls of words
cascades of light and shadow
watercolor images flowing through rainbows
exploding
drifting dreamscapes on a sea of wind
tales of love and heart wrenching tears
time forgotten and remembered
there is no center of the rainbow
no place in the fairytale of time
to pinpoint and say
I was here
I am here
I will be
where
I am a dream of broken hearted beauty
remembering itself
through these very words
that slide across the page
dissolving even as they appear
I am forgotten love songs
wind that has left no wake
scattered words like fallen leaves on the road
where no one wanders
in the dark
I see colors
blooming
love
singing
and I am her song
your song
all the songs that have passed through these lips
these ears
these eyes
that no one wears
that hide nothing
and reveal
everything
there is nothing under this tale of wonder
falling
softly
through
love
as love
in
love
with
love
in the garden
between the stars
morning sleeps
in the hush
bird song blooms
first light reveals
tree tops dancing
wind is its own song
there is no need to search for a translation
when you drink water
you know it is wet
effortlessly
all of life does itself
attention flows and rests
flowing thought stream of memory paints all and everything
wind
and tree tops dancing
sunlight streaming through the window
and shadows flowing on the golden carpet
young pink petunias glowing in the garden
and my husband's face
we are this flowing thought dream
there is no one underneath it
thinking
looking for ourselves we find not even nothing
we do not exist at all without each other
I can find myself only in your eyes
we exist only in this imaginary separation
many are trying to see through
how can a mirror see through itself?
there is no one looking
...no one on the other side
no sides
...no middle
purpose and non purpose....
meaning and non meaning...
collide and fade into seamless beauty...
yet belief in neither or both is neither meaningful nor meaningless...
all and everything may appear to dance seamlessly or joined or separate or not at all...
love sings its multicolored rainbows painting color with color and there is no beginning nor middle nor end to the dream of I am or I am not...
heaven and hell fall through each other's infinite kiss and feeling one or the other or both or neither is neither better nor worse nor in between...
as life sings itself there is no before or after, yet memories bloom and fade like colored shadows painting themselves on a wall of no tomorrow...
the light may feel blocked or it may feel like life and light and love streaming through you as you and no one is choosing the dream in which she dances as no one is doing this dancing this loving this life that does itself, looking and feeling like anything at all
words utter themselves
this song sings itself
the dream paints itself
water colors on a river of color
there is no canvass
no colors
no river
music consists of intervals
love requires two
it is in this imaginary canyon of echos
of echos
of echos
that we hear the songs
that have no words
yet are all words
signifying nothing
painting all and everything
into this very kiss
there is not even nothing under these words
no singer of this song
no maker of this wondrous world
this unfathomable aliveness
this feeling that I call love
but is not like any ideas of love
wind sings its name with wind
ocean sings its watery dream with water
all and everything erase themselves
as they never were
nor will ever be
in this great imaginary divide
that separates you from me
our bodies can touch
but we cannot
wind sings in the tall tall pines
shimmering sunlight falls through the trees
dances on the forest floor
and you were sifting through fallen leaves for moon beams
to erase your shadow
missing the wind and sun
streaming through you
galaxies within galaxies
space within space
light within light
where is the magic you seek
if not in the very seeking
that defines the sparkling jewel that you are?
where are the lines that define you
but in every line you have ever read or heard...
this thought stream made of learned shared words
sings you dances you as you fall into it and through it...
on the other side of thought
there are no sides
nor you
and what is a what that cannot be known
or unknown?
words cast no shadows...
shadow is a word
there is no backdrop
no canvass stretched between never and forever
upon which the story of you is painted
as soon as the deep moon rises
it falls into its own shadow
there is no light
nor dark
nor lover's dancing by the sea
yet I can see you waltzing
slowly
...sunset in your eyes
your hand stretching out...
it is this tear stained wonderland
a fairy tale of love
these very words
singing us
imaginary lines delicately paint us
softly
weeping
laughing
loving
falling
into each other's embrace
and she drank all the moonlight from the silvery sea
...basked in pools of lost horizons,
danced with the echoes that painted beauty in her eyes
and wept at this enormous love that had destroyed all hope and fear and plummeted her heart to the bottomless depths where love could not breathe...
nor sorrow live
not even joy dances with out a self
or others
we live and love only in the shimmering iridescence between imaginary sides...
we are transparent reflections
of not even nothing
living and loving within a heartbeat of time
that never lost or found itself
we are a love song of this and that
emerging as the thought stream
you are trying to change
or erase
and I weep
and I weep
that you are trying to eradicate your obvious beauty
where is the door to love
where is the door to forever
where is the castle of never?
are they not merely ideas
learned
and longed for or feared?
the doors to infinity open
and close
numberless moments slide into the magic
of no moments
and all moments
where never and forever kiss
there is no door to tomorrow
and no one to walk through
no place where anything can be found
or lost
and no one to go there
where is the magic you feel you have lost?
the secret deep in your heart
love sequestered
...feared
and longed for
everyone knows this secret shadow
it stalks them
as they run through it
puddles of emptiness
pools of abject despair
that no one will ever unlock the mystery
of love
magic of moon
magic of starlight
fades and blooms in your eyes
full of magic
full of light
full of beauty
full of love
softness of moon
softness of starlight
softness of love
fades and blooms
into a searing brilliance
that cannot be forged with the winds of magic
love need not be and cannot be touched
or known
for there is no one to know it
or speak of it
it can only be known
without knowing it
How lovely to sing of what cannot be sung
Yet sings itself with every word
Every smile
Every tear
Every touch
Every heartache
Unknown, but felt deeply,
Fear and longing were tightly folded into an origami bird and burned to escape the confines of a heart I jealously guarded...
Lighting the known world into a pyre of love that consumed the edges and center of love itself...
Unfolding it’s glorious wings it fell into infinite feathered kisses.... gathering all and everything into this very embrace of utter intimacy
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